What Missing Towel Day Means to Me

I am not much into big holidays. They come, I notice and then they go. Sometimes they involve seeing people in a group and wishing I could just go for a nice walk with them one at a time and hear what is happening in thier lives. But Towel Day is important to me and I don’t care who else has an opinion negative or positive about it, I LOVE IT.

At 6pm (Irish Time, omg don’t you LOVE that) I missed a live stream of a reading from The Hitchhikers Guide to the Universe.

I missed going to the grocery store and carrying a towel with me. Instead I got in a really bad mood about my electricity bill, I completely defiled the meaning of Towel Day which is:

Don’t Panic!

Here is a wonderful music video called: Towel Day

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A Poem A Day, Day Twenty-five

Escaping Gravity

“I’m falling into the sky”,
he said, when he was three,
looking up
imagining he
could break free.

Today I am dancing; my hobbled legs do a jig while
he plays
on his accordion.

I look up and see there are no clouds.

children don’t editorialize

Children don’t editorialize because they are too busy gathering information.

We should try not to confuse them with our assumptions and opinions, instead we can help them organized information so that they can make use of it.  What is of use to them at their stages of development and their individual personalities can find expression in relatively inexpensive and creative ways.  The important thing is what is going on in their brains, how they are learning to learn and that they have an opportunity to “play” with what they learn.

I’m trying to stream Heart Like a Wheel by Anne and Kate and it is taking forever

This is in response to Tristan Murphy circa Amateur, posting a link to video of  Bruce Pennisula performing “Shanty Song” on facebook. 

I wonder if in the future there will be lyrics like:

“my heart is like a song that can’t be downloaded, broken and faultering and misunderstood.”

Don’t get me wrong, Bruce Pennisula are great, but I suppose it is my age that makes me miss Anne and Kate when I hear them.  I should get over it, or die or something. 

RIP dear Kate.